[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Amid the whistling wind, Petra fell into thinking why her mobile phone location could be easily tracked—on the premise that she had not turned on this function.

...Forget it, it's Iron Man after all.It always seemed futile to struggle with his privacy issues in front of him.

At this time, MK45 finally landed on the top floor of the building and put Petra down.

The golden red steel suit quickly detached from Tony's body and returned to its original position.He straightened the folds on his collar: "How does it feel to fly?"

"I want to do it again!" It would be even better if he could fly without holding her by the collar.

"Good idea." Tony resolutely.

"I really can't blame me this time." Petra scratched her cheek, feeling very innocent, "I don't know why there is no signal in the house, maybe Osborne wants to prevent leaks? It's nothing..."

"I will set up a signal shield in my own home. I can't imagine any possibility other than a shady secret." Tony disagreed, "You can't judge by appearance, little guy, that young Mr. Osborne—"

"Harry's my friend," she interrupted disapprovingly.

"That's right. My former friend is still trying to murder me to usurp the company and rule the world." Tony chuckled and asked, "Before last night, did you believe in Norman's character?"

Stark and Osborn have always been competitors, and the two have dealt with each other before. The relationship is not very friendly, but at least they know each other.Even Tony didn't expect that Norman had such a bold idea in his heart, let alone others?

Petra was dumb, and it took a while before she said: "I don't know...he wasn't like this before, maybe the mutated gene changed him. Or...maybe there is a way to restore him to normal, I think Can you save it again?"

Tony was noncommittal: "That's not your concern. S.H.I.E.L.D. has taken over the Green Goblin, and maybe it will do something."

"Then can I—" Halfway through speaking, she stopped again, looking a little embarrassed.

Tony raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to say?"

Petra considered her words: "It's not me, it's my friend...Harry and the others want to see Norman Osborn. I don't know if it's possible...I mean, maybe they can help?"

"Very good." Tony showed an elusive expression, and his tone seemed to be a little appreciative, "Little friend, you have learned to make various requests now."

Petra blushed slightly, and was about to reflect on whether she was pushing herself a little too far, when she heard him continue: "You are not allowed to go."

"It means—" She blinked.

"I have the contact information of several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents here." Tony took out his mobile phone, and took out a notebook from the inside of his suit jacket, tore off a page, quickly wrote the number and contact name, and held it between his fingers. Instead of handing it directly to Petra, he reiterated, "Don't worry about other people's housework, it's easy to hurt feelings."

True, she almost fell out over Spider-Man and Harry, but thankfully, their friendship calmed him down.Otherwise, it is hard to say how things will develop.

"Aside from words of thanks, is there anything else to say?"

"what?"

"Kidding."

Petra was still dazed looking at the note, but Tony had already put his hand back in his pocket, and changed the subject very naturally: "Now I'm going to start work. Are you going home, or—"

Petra followed Tony into the glass door and saw the bar in the middle.She vaguely remembered the hang glider smashing it to pieces when the Goblin flew by at night, and it was all intact now.All the expensive drinks that were consumed were also replaced. Tony didn't rush downstairs, leaned against the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey, adding a few ice cubes.

He took a sip, saw Petra's curious eyes, put down the glass, shrugged: "Not for you."

"I don't want to drink either." She pouted.

"Sorry, no underage children have come here before, and there is no drink prepared." Tony said calmly, "Are you thirsty, what do you want to drink? Tell Friday later."

Petra nodded, not really listening.She looked around, at the tidy floor, and thought Gwen's hard drive was gone.The question, then, is, did someone take it, or did it go straight to the trash?

She was preoccupied with thinking about things, the elevator stopped descending, and after stepping out the door, she was brought back to reality by the flashing picture in front of her eyes.

What was projected was the battle clip that Pepper had let her off in the morning.

Petra once again "appreciated" her fighting posture from the perspective of others, always feeling a little awkward, and her face was slightly feverish.It's a good thing Tony didn't notice, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't understand why.

"I saw areas for improvement," he mused, replaying the clip.

"What?—A battle suit? It's perfect." Petra said without thinking, "It's also very useful in battle... er, I mean, it looks."

Tony didn't notice the loophole in her words: "It does look perfect, yes, but as I said, some problems can only be discovered in actual combat."

Petra watched the video, then looked at him again, not understanding.

"Look at this." Tony pressed the pause button, and the picture was fixed on her back, and he whistled, "The defect of the tights, it's too tight, you can see the traces of the panties-oh my god, he's wearing a T-shaped Pants? The ass is really sticky. Look at this small body, do you have it? Surely not, sixteen? Fifteen?"

Petra: "..."

This kind of detail can only be seen by zooming in on the screen! ?Where would ordinary people find out!

She stormed off in a huff.

Tony came back to his senses, a little dazed.He reflected on himself: Did he accidentally say nasty things in front of the child? ...Is this a dirty word?

"Petra Parker" can't go, but another identity can.

She gave Harry her contact information, and a few days later, they received a reply from Agent Coulson, inviting them to meet at Tricurve Wing.

That morning, the aircraft carrier that suddenly appeared over New York took them to Washington, DC.The first time she set foot on such a spectacular Helicarrier, Petra was a little nervous and kept adjusting the position of her mask.

"Don't worry," Gwen whispered, "no one will recognize. Would you like some water?"

She shook her head firmly.What if I want to go to the bathroom later?Is she going into the men's room or the women's room?

Coulson, who greeted them, is now the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.The arrival of such a big man in person surprised them a bit, but he looked very friendly and offered to shake hands with them.

"Mr. Osborne, we're sorry about what happened to your father," Coulson said.

Harry forced a smile; "I thought I'd have to meet my dad again in one of the four prisons."

"The Green Goblin's body is not stable yet, we are temporarily keeping him in the base." Coulson shook his head, "Professionals have been sent to treat his body, but the progress is not smooth."

"Does the reliever still work?" Gwen asked.

"Yes, we're relying on this serum to keep him 'calm' now."

Harry was silent.

Finally, Coulson turned to Petra with a smile on his face: "The big celebrity on the social network, Spider-Man, you are very welcome. Thank you for discovering the behavior of the Green Goblin in time and successfully controlling the matter before it deteriorated. It's been a real help."

"You're welcome, you should." She was a little embarrassed, "Actually, it's not about me, it's Gwen's serum..."

"Well, actually, I have another purpose for coming today." Coulson said again, "Let me take you to the base first. After the visit, I hope you can come to me and have a chat alone?"

He blinked his right eye.

Before Petra could say anything, Gwen had already looked over worriedly.

Harry was also a little vigilant: "You don't want to do anything, do you? Spider-Man is my friend. I can guarantee that there will be no harm to New York or your S.H.I.E.L.D."

In this regard, Petra has long expected.The people at S.H.I.E.L.D. had forcibly taken Jane Foster's research—and she complained publicly about it on her blog—with a rather high-handed style.Moreover, I heard that except for criminals, every superpower will appear in their files and keep observation records to face any possible threats.

She patted her friend on the shoulder, indicating that it was okay, and then said, "I'm fine."

The distance of more than 300 miles was reached in less than half an hour.They got off the plane, were led into a secret passage, and quietly arrived at the temporary prison of Tricurve Wing.

In the cubicle belonging to Norman, he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his whole body controlled by metal arms, and real-time physical signs data kept beating on the measuring instrument next to him.

Harry swallowed, walked forward slowly, looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar face in a daze, and unconsciously grasped the railing with both hands.

"Is he... okay?"

Standing outside the door was a man in a white coat with a typical mature and gentle face of a scientist.

"This is Dr. Connor. He is in charge of Norman's recovery treatment." After introducing them, Coulson nodded to Connor and left first.

Connor wasn't as serious and unkind as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents they'd seen earlier.After he understood their purpose, he generously took out the materials collected by S.H.I.E.L.D. and handed them to Gwen.

"It didn't go well. I've read it all, and there is a problem with the experimental data." He explained, "I suspect that the information they left behind was incomplete, and the most critical part may have been deleted."

"His blood sample is here, isn't it useful for blood sample analysis?" Gwen frowned slightly.

"Yes, but the research on the antidote is very complicated and time-consuming." Connor pondered, "The personality of this Green Goblin is doing great damage to Norman Osborn's body. If it can't be resolved as soon as possible, he may never There is no way to recover."

Harry gasped and turned pale.

"However, I will try my best." Connor said reassuringly, "If Mr. Stacey is willing to stay as my assistant, it may be possible to speed up the process."

"No problem." Gwen agreed without hesitation before asking, "Can I stay here?"

"Don't worry, S.H.I.E.L.D. will not eat people." Connor smiled and said, looking at Petra, "Your friends will be safe here."

"That's hard to say." Harry disagreed. "A few years ago they wanted to lock up Dr. Banner, and then he saved New York. Didn't they give up on this idea?"

"Hulk is special, that's another situation." Connor shook his head.

Harry still wants to stay here for a while, and Petra plans to go to Coulson first.She looked back and saw that Gwen was communicating with Connor with a very focused expression, so she left quietly without disturbing her.

Perhaps because of Iron Man's introduction, Coulson's attitude is very friendly.He mentioned the work of S.H.I.E.L.D. over the years, dealing with countless superheroes or villains who have concealed their identities, and finally said: "We believe that you will not be detrimental to New York. But empty words are useless, and the government also needs to explain. But What I can guarantee is that your secret identity is safe in S.H.I.E.L.D. After clearing Hydra’s undercover agent, we used Stark’s technology to replace the password mechanism and permissions of the database.”

"You mean, if I disclose my identity, I can still use the name of 'Spider-Man', right?" Petra asked directly.

"That's right. Many people have already seen your ability, so if we don't take this measure, we can't explain it to others." Coulson said, "Of course, if you refuse—"

"What will happen?"

Coulson smiled: "Then we may take compulsory measures...or restrict the actions of 'Spider-Man'."

Petra frowned slightly, lost in thought.

"You can think about it, kid." Coulson said, "We have many young superpowers here, and you are not the most special one. But I believe that in time, you can become an important guardian of New York."

The brief silence was broken by the sudden siren.

After knocking on the door, an agent hurriedly reported: "The Helicarrier has been broken into—"

"Who?" Coulson was very calm, obviously this is the norm.

"An old friend." The agent shrugged helplessly. "He said he brought bad news. Our secret files have been stolen."

Colson: "..."

Petra turned her head: "What about the security?"

Coulson smiled awkwardly.

The new agent coughed dryly: "He said so."

"Is this news reliable? After all, it's that guy..." Coulson couldn't help rubbing his forehead, but when it comes to confidentiality, he can't let it go, no matter whether it's reliable or not, "Forget it, I'll go and have a look."

"'That guy'? Who is it?" Curious, Petra quickly followed him out of the office. "Can I help?"

Coulson didn't refuse her to follow, he just quickened his pace and walked towards the base where the space carrier was parked, and replied, "Deadpool."